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Poster: Mandojammer Date: Nov 12, 2008 10:04am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Most poetic Dead song?

Being a retired Navy submariner, Lost Sailor always had a special place for me. When we were doing night surface transits (relatively rare for a submarine) I would always have a boom box up in the bridge cockpit quietly playing various tunes. I will never forget one transit out of Scotland back in the mid-80s - it was December 84, Halley's Comet was visible, the Milky Way was so bright we could read transit charts by the starlight. It was cold - in the 20s and the sea was flat glass calm. Every star in the sky was mirrored on the surface. The only disturbance was the wake of our passage (Wake of the Flood?????) and the green-blue glow of bioluminescent plankton agitated as we passed. We were north of Ireland near Rathlin Isle - around 2 AM the aurora came up, sheets of red and green and gold billowing across the sky. No one on the bridge spoke a single word - it seemed as if we could hear the northern lights whispering their intricate dance of colors.

Wonderful imagery......

Compass card is spinning, helm is swinging to and fro
Oh, where is the dog star, oh, where's the moon.
You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.

Somedays the gales are howling, sometimes the sea is still as glass.
Oh, raise the main sail, oh, lash the mast.
You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.
Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.

There's a sea bird cryin' and there's a ghost wind blowing
And it's calling you, to that misty swirling sea.
Till the chains of your dreams are broken,
No place in this world you can be.

You're a lost sailor, been away too long at sea.
Now the shorelines beckon, there is a price for being free.

You pay for being free, I'll tell ya freedom don't come easy,
Free don't always come for free,
Sometimes it's hard to know what to believe in.

Where to go, who to go, where to be, who to be.
That means you're driftin'.... driftin'
Yeah driftin' and dreamin', really goin' on a dream now.
Really goin' on a feelin', really goin' on a feelin'.
Driftin', driftin' and dreamin'.

Cause it's a place you've never been
Maybe a place you've never seen now
You can hear them callin' on the wind
Driftin' and dreamin', driftin' and dreamin'.
Really goin' on a dream now, really goin' on a dream now,
Really goin' on a dream now.

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